The bartender, caught off guard by the request for Monkey King's wine, was taken aback for a moment. He quickly regained his composure and offered a wry smile. "I'm sorry," he began, "but we can't provide Monkey King's wine here. It's not only rare, but any imitation of it has never succeeded without serious consequences, often proving fatal to the drinker."
He hoped this explanation would suffice, as he couldn't afford to put his customers at risk. The tavern had its fair share of tall tales and legendary concoctions, but Monkey King's wine was beyond their reach.
The bartender's words carried an air of finality as he continued, "Not even the rulers of our realms can lay their hands on Monkey King's wine. There may be only one or two individuals in existence who have ever tasted that sweet, bubbly nectar." He paused for effect before adding, "You could count them on one hand."
